Kernnon knows how the nomadic life can pull on you sometimes, but also how it can be fun to set yourself up as a new person or see new things in the area. Not that there wasn't much he hadn't seen in this day and age. Mostly it was marking the changes between his visits, to see how the city had grown or fallen in his time away. But well, between not aging and needing blood to survive it also didn't let someone linger too long in places.

He's new to the area, as in he's just moved in to a house not too far down the road, against some trees and a little secluded from the neighborhood. It gives him the privacy he needs when he occasionally brings dinner home, after all.

What he doesn't expect is a pretty slip of a girl to be walking along the side of the road. All but the perfect meal, really. And he watches as several cars pass her without any sign of even slowing down. But he'll slow to a crawl next to her before finally stopping. The car's an older model, classic in it's shiny black paint and while it's older it looks new. Well cared for. But it also means that he can't just roll down the window for her. What he does do is park the car and stretch across the seat to open the door for her. He'll wait until she's at least looking into the car before he nods his head at the empty passenger seat. "Need a ride?"